Colby Brock Shirtless Novels & Stories

He trailed off, his gaze intense. Before I could respond, Colby pulled out his phone and showed me something. My eyes widened as I took in the image: a muscular, shirtless man with toned abs and a chiseled V-line, his face obscured by a black mask. I swallowed hard, my eyes locked on Colby's. "Why are you showing me this?" I asked. Instead, he let out a scoff and leaned in, his voice low and husky. "How would you feel getting fucked by a man in a mask?"

Colt began to unbutton his shirt. “What are you doing?” My eyes went round, darting at our surroundings. “Relax.” His voice was flat as he shrugged off his shirt, and threw it around my shoulder. “What?” He chuckled at my slack jaw. “I’ve been wanting to take it off all day.” I stared at his naked chest. He was in style again, bare-chested. And I was embarrassed as hell standing here with him. “All this?” I pointed between him and his shirt which I was now shamelessly pulling tighter around myself. “..is not working. Find someone else to use in your revenge against your brother.”

Maybe she could be interested. 'Me: Okay, Great. Okay see you soon.' Colby takes us into his house and gives us a change of clothes. I kept my blue jeans on because they were nice and he just gave me a nice black button up shirt to go with it. It was nicely fitted. I tucked it into my pants and ran my fingers through my hair with some water to try and comb it back. I went ahead to the tent after Colby showed me the way and disappeared to check on security for the party, Aaron stayed behind with Dane asking which shirt looked better.

"Yes sir...uh I mean, Mr. ... Colton." It's not my fault that I was a stuttering, blushing mess. For crying out loud, you should see him. He's standing with his arms folded, which only makes them seem more built, legs braced apart, biker boots, tight black tee stretched across his chest with a picture of a naked Betty Boop on the front. His tats are dark and sexy, and they cover one forearm and run up to his neck and my panties are wet. So there! Even my thoughts are exhausting.

Someone the whole school adored, Northcrest star hockey player, most celebrated sports player. He was shirtless, a shirt thrown over his shoulder and a helmet held in one hand. My eyes slowly trailed his chest, abs, and bulging biceps. For a moment, I just stood there. Staring at him with intent and couldn't give a damn if I was called out as a pervert. Then a voice shouted, “Take a picture. It lasts longer.” The other boys laughed. Different words of mockery were thrown around and my cheeks became flushed with embarrassment. I tried to ignore them and focus my attention on Cole who was staring me down like I had ruined his mood by walking in—and maybe I did—but I didn't care.

But as she did, her knees buckled involuntarily, and she knelt on the floor. At that moment, the door swung open. Colin stood there shirtless, a towel wrapped around his waist, seemingly just out of the shower. Water droplets adorned his handsome face, his black hair casually falling over his forehead, partially covering those beautiful eyes. Seeing Leah by the bed, he seemed momentarily surprised. His gaze swept over her, taking in the love bites covering her body. Images flashed through his mind, and his eyes seemed momentarily unfocused. "I came in to get some clothes."

"Darren, please pull Colt out of the water before he drowns to death. Ms. Salamander, I know it sounds weird but you look pretty inside out. You're welcome to our place but you ought to promise me that there will never be fights again in our yard. And I need you to release your brother because I kind of need him to help me repair the watermill. And you, mister..." I paused because I shifted my sight to Colt, who had just regained consciousness after being half pulled out of the water by Darren. He looked very confused and... gratuitously hot. His shirt was damp and wrapped very tightly over his perfect pectorals. OK. He looked like a drowned rat. Indeed. But he looked like a damn good-lookin

I turned around which was already shrouded in darkness but still enough for me to see the green leaves and tall trees. "Hey, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be inside and celebrating with them?" I turned to the man who spoke and saw Colby there. He was so soaked in his black slacks, he also wore a black ring jacket and white t-shirt inside. I also can't deny that she has a nice look. He approached me. "Do I need to answer your question?" I rudely returned.

“I don’t use other people’s clothes.” Then I recalled a video YouTube kept suggesting but I’d never watched, simply because the title was just too ludicrous: Every Time Brandon Price Took His Shirt Off While Investigating, or something like that. The thumbnail didn’t offer much detail, but it was plain to see it was a collage with at least six different pictures. Meaning he’d done it more than once or twice. So I decided to try my luck. “Well, it’s warm in here, and bet your fans will love the chance of seeing you without your shirt again.”

I snorted lowly, throwing my bag strap over my shoulder, and started walking towards the school. I hated that damn blazer we were forced to wear. That thing kept me hot. "Mia I swear, his ass is so perfect. I want to marry that ass." Colby sighed catching up with me. I looked over at him, confused. "Who's ass?" Colby rolled his eyes. "Your brother's ass. I mean look at how those pants fit him. How can he pull off that stupid uniform? Not many can girl, that guy is a God." Colby exaggerated, fanning his face.